A voice found it's way through the night air. Mocking, laughing voices echoed behind it. I opened my eyes. I was in a small alley, filled with shadows and shards of street light. On one side a laundrette and on the other a tall building, derelict and fire-damaged, the walls were flame licked and sinister. I raised my head up, and winced – the man wore a shiny silver jacket. He moved closer.